More~
Like a moth to flame,
Like a child to their mother,
Like a lighthouse beacon cutting through the early morning fog.
I'm drawn to you.
It's like I'm a notebook and you're the pencil dragged across my pages.
You give me dimension and meaning and wholeness and so much more.
So much more.
It's like you're the tree and I'm the leaves shaking in the wind.
You hold onto me and support me and nourish me and so much more.
So much, much more.
I've never fallen in love.
You've never given love.
But it's like I'm an empty room and you're the fiery sun that helps me circulate the house with warmth.
I've never been in love, but with you, there's so much more.
Much, much more.
YOU ARE READING
//recollections//
PoetryThis is where I'll post my own, little poems and such. They are all written by me and I am willing to let people use them if you ask. -a.p.c. (In no way are these poems about me. I write from the standpoint of relatable characters I have created.)
